A/N: Well,
this is my first attempt at a serious LotR fan fic. I hope you will
like and I'm starting to mess with elven language, so if I messed up any
words/phrases, please let me know. Please review and let me know if
I should continue this or not.
Disclaimer: Anything that you recognize from Lord of the Rings belongs to Tolkien. If you don't is mine.
Vanim Ar' Tel'Uuvanimo
(Beauty and the Beast)
Ch. 2 Utunien Ten' Tu (Asking for help)
The Kwentra* took a sip of her water, watching her audience entranced, waiting for her to continue her tale.
Her melodious voice resonated once again in the Hall of Fire.
"For one hundred years the stranger kept silent, messages for Lord Elrond coming from Ereb Nost*, as the new fortress had been called, here and there. But this time, there was something different. This time he required more servants, as orcs had attacked them and their numbers had greatly diminished in the ensuing battle, even though the elves had been victorious.
Vanim was called into the presence of Lord Elrond, who was waiting for her in the library. She crossed the entrance and saw him examining some parchments across one of the tables.
He smiled noticing her presence, and sitting at the table, he motioned for her to sit in front of him. Nervously, she took a seat, as Lord Elrond addressed her.
"Vanim, you know why I have called for you?"
She shook her head, "No Milord."
"Vanim, the lord of Ereb Nost has required more servants, as his numbers have diminished. He also requested something special. He requested a personal servant, as his was killed in battle. This station is very special, as the lord of Ereb Nost is most particular. You see, he has suffered greatly, for which he has scars, and is severely deformed. I thought of you to fill this request."
Vanim looked at Lord Elrond, curiosity in her eyes, "Why me, Milord?"
"He gets ill from time to time, and you are skilled in the healer arts. Is a shame that you are only a servant, as magic runs strong in your bloodline."
Bowing her head, Vanim answered, "That is true Milord, but I never had any skills."
"So would you do as I ask? You can decline if you so wish to."
"I will do as Milord orders, as I have no ties to Rivendell."
"I am surprised that no young elves have paid you any attention. You have blossomed into a beautiful maiden."
She shook her head once again, "No Milord, no one has time for a servant, and besides, I am not beautiful, contrary to my namesake."
"I appreciate this, Vanim. I put my trust in you that you will take care of Lord Feuyaer*"
As soon as she heard his name, she did a double take.
"That is not his true name, is it?"
Lord Elrond sadly shook his head.
"No, but is the name he gave himself. He says he would never be the same he was before, so he chose a more 'appropriate' name. Please be ready to depart in three days. Take anything you might deem necessary."
Vanim stood up and bowed respectfully.
"Thank you, Milord."
As soon as Lord Elrond saw the doors close behind Vanim, he muttered, "No, my dear Vanim. Thank you."
Vanim spent the next three days in a haze, getting ready, making sure she didn't forget anything she might need. All this activity didn't let the fact sink in that she would be leaving everything she knew behind.
The awaited day arrived, all the people who were going to Ereb Nost saying goodbye to their loved ones, Vanim waiting by herself for the order to leave.
As you see, Vanim was orphaned when she was a mere babe, with no existing relatives. She was taken care of by the people of Rivendell, but she never had a family she could call her own. For this reason, she was most surprised to see Lord Elrond walking towards her to bid her good bye.
Giving him a smile, he said, "Thank you for doing this. If you need any help, do not hesitate to send a message to me."
She smiled back, "I won't."
The signal was given to depart, and Vanim mounted her grey mare Sultarien*. Giving one last look to what had been her home all her life, she turned her horse to the road, never looking back."
The kwentra* paused again, as it was time for song and dance.
*kwentra = story teller
*ereb nost = lonely fortress
*Feuyaer = Disgusting one
*Sul Tarien =wind princess
Disclaimer: Anything that you recognize from Lord of the Rings belongs to Tolkien. If you don't is mine.
Vanim Ar' Tel'Uuvanimo
(Beauty and the Beast)
Ch. 2 Utunien Ten' Tu (Asking for help)
The Kwentra* took a sip of her water, watching her audience entranced, waiting for her to continue her tale.
Her melodious voice resonated once again in the Hall of Fire.
"For one hundred years the stranger kept silent, messages for Lord Elrond coming from Ereb Nost*, as the new fortress had been called, here and there. But this time, there was something different. This time he required more servants, as orcs had attacked them and their numbers had greatly diminished in the ensuing battle, even though the elves had been victorious.
Vanim was called into the presence of Lord Elrond, who was waiting for her in the library. She crossed the entrance and saw him examining some parchments across one of the tables.
He smiled noticing her presence, and sitting at the table, he motioned for her to sit in front of him. Nervously, she took a seat, as Lord Elrond addressed her.
"Vanim, you know why I have called for you?"
She shook her head, "No Milord."
"Vanim, the lord of Ereb Nost has required more servants, as his numbers have diminished. He also requested something special. He requested a personal servant, as his was killed in battle. This station is very special, as the lord of Ereb Nost is most particular. You see, he has suffered greatly, for which he has scars, and is severely deformed. I thought of you to fill this request."
Vanim looked at Lord Elrond, curiosity in her eyes, "Why me, Milord?"
"He gets ill from time to time, and you are skilled in the healer arts. Is a shame that you are only a servant, as magic runs strong in your bloodline."
Bowing her head, Vanim answered, "That is true Milord, but I never had any skills."
"So would you do as I ask? You can decline if you so wish to."
"I will do as Milord orders, as I have no ties to Rivendell."
"I am surprised that no young elves have paid you any attention. You have blossomed into a beautiful maiden."
She shook her head once again, "No Milord, no one has time for a servant, and besides, I am not beautiful, contrary to my namesake."
"I appreciate this, Vanim. I put my trust in you that you will take care of Lord Feuyaer*"
As soon as she heard his name, she did a double take.
"That is not his true name, is it?"
Lord Elrond sadly shook his head.
"No, but is the name he gave himself. He says he would never be the same he was before, so he chose a more 'appropriate' name. Please be ready to depart in three days. Take anything you might deem necessary."
Vanim stood up and bowed respectfully.
"Thank you, Milord."
As soon as Lord Elrond saw the doors close behind Vanim, he muttered, "No, my dear Vanim. Thank you."
Vanim spent the next three days in a haze, getting ready, making sure she didn't forget anything she might need. All this activity didn't let the fact sink in that she would be leaving everything she knew behind.
The awaited day arrived, all the people who were going to Ereb Nost saying goodbye to their loved ones, Vanim waiting by herself for the order to leave.
As you see, Vanim was orphaned when she was a mere babe, with no existing relatives. She was taken care of by the people of Rivendell, but she never had a family she could call her own. For this reason, she was most surprised to see Lord Elrond walking towards her to bid her good bye.
Giving him a smile, he said, "Thank you for doing this. If you need any help, do not hesitate to send a message to me."
She smiled back, "I won't."
The signal was given to depart, and Vanim mounted her grey mare Sultarien*. Giving one last look to what had been her home all her life, she turned her horse to the road, never looking back."
The kwentra* paused again, as it was time for song and dance.
*kwentra = story teller
*ereb nost = lonely fortress
*Feuyaer = Disgusting one
*Sul Tarien =wind princess